Jamie's 3rd Birthday/Other random pics

For Jamie's 3rd birthday, we just had a very simple party at the park behind our house, and it worked great. Pizza, cake (from a cake mix and a can of frosting), a few balloons and party hats, almost no mess to clean up--that is my kind of party. And I think all the kids had a really good time. I know Jamie did; by the end of the day we had to deflate his ego a little bit, he was so caught up in being the birthday boy. Stinker.

This was a common scene on that day--lots of family and friends were calling most of the day to wish our boy a happy birthday and sing to him. (That's Jason's phone he's holding to his ear--I think he was talking to Uncle Justin in this one.) He's so lucky to be so very loved!

Our littlest party guest--baby Flynn Case, whom I believe wasn't yet two weeks old :)

After his nap (which the party ended just in time for), Jamie opened his presents. We took lots of video for the Grandmas and Grandpas, since they couldn't be here to see him open his stuff. I'll be posting those sometime next month, when they're done uploading. :P

And here is, well, one of the cutest pictures in the universe.
I wanted to take a few belly pics after church this past Sunday, and of course when the camera is out, Jamie thinks he's the subject. (And he usually is!) I'm happy though, because I was lucky enough to get some really good ones!

I swear I didn't pose him. Just happened to hit the button at just the right moment, for once!

No idea what he's doing here, but it's cute. :) (For some reason, whenever he plays on this...thing...that's out in front of our place, he says he's "[pre]tending be Flynn Rider."

(I made this skirt. Yay me. :))

Feb. 5--almost 34 weeks


(Sorry for the blurriness, I only had my phone nearby + bad lighting)

I have to tell about another really cute thing, too--today Jamie was on our bed, took my Book of Mormon in his lap, opened it upside-down, and told me as he turned pages, "I'm reading da sip-sures [scriptures]. Da book Mormon be da follow paw-fet [prophet]. Then I say pair [prayer]." He then kept turning pages and saying, "Da book Mormon be da follow da paw-fet." I almost melted into a puddle of proud mommy right there. Hopefully he'll always feel that way!